If Only She’d Been Real
We used words no one else would, like “vernal precipitation” for April showers. We played hopscotch in dialect, what we imagined Hobbits sounded like. Before the next jump, we delivered a monologue that had to end with the word “partisan.” She sparkled like fairy tales and wishes that went unanswered.
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